It’s been two weeks since the best Young Fliers Competition and the subsequent founding of Frosty’s herd and while they all had agreed on playing it low for now, it didn’t stop them from getting just a little bit more intimate during breaks. Nothing indecent, of course, they were merely standing in the schoolyard with the space between them reduced to a literal hair’s length, if any.

Of course, such closeness brought with it quite a few strange looks of the foals around them, but since none of them had any experience with relationships yet, none of them got the idea that they might be more than just friends now. That is, most of them did. Turns out that, as annoying as she already was, Diamond Tiara had an ace up her sleeve that made her even more annoying, if that was even possible.

“Oh, what do we have here? Look, Silver Spoon, they are trying to warm each other! Isn’t that adorable?” Diamond Tiara remarked sarcastically.

“Oh yes, and that even though it’s the middle of summer!” Silver Spoon went along.

“Heh, you’re right. Perhaps it’s something different? Maybe they are even closer than they seem to be?” Tiara implied.

“Tiara, do me a favour and shut yer overgrown muzzle, will ya?” Frosty told her flatly.

“Oooh, so it’s true! Heh, well, of course it is! It’s only natural for a bunch of blank flanks to hook up to another blank flank, after all!” Tiara taunted.

“… You do realize that I have my Cutie Mark, right?”

“Oh, come now… a Cutie Mark in Puppeteering?! I don’t need a Cutie Mark to do that.” Silver Spoon ridiculed him.

A small voice in the back of his head called for him to smash her against the tree behind them, but he forced it down.

‘Not now, too many witnesses…’

“Hey, Silver, you don’t think, he’s puppeteering them to be his marefriends right now?” Tiara pushed further.

“If he does… do you think, he also made them do… that?” Silver Spoon responded.

“Oh yeah, have you, ‘Frosty’?” Tiara asked him directly.

“What are they talking about, Frosty?” Sweetie Belle asked innocently, but Frosty ignored her for now.

“No, I haven’t. Though, there’s a question that keeps nagging at me: How do you know of that? I mean, I fail to see a coltfriend by your sides and I don’t see you with one outside of school either…” He pulled hoof up to his muzzle, gasped and feigned a look of shock. “Could it be… that your fathers love you more than you’d like to admit?”

“Our—WHAT?! What are you going on about?” Tiara demanded, growing slightly flustered. “I mean, I did walk in on my parents having… fun, but I… with my own daddy? Urgh, no, that’s gross!”

“Did you really just walk in on them or were you perhaps… peeping? Maybe in truth you are just frustrated that nopony wants to fill that void in your heart – and your rump.” Frosty pushed further with an – admittedly – pretty sadistic smile.

“I- what? No! I’m not—“

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure someday there will be somepony to choose you to be his. There is no need to be jealous of us because we found one another first.”

“ME?! Jealous of these blankards?! That’s just ridiculous!” Tiara fumed, before huffing and turning away. “Come, Silver, let’s go and find something else to have fun with.

They turned around and left with a bit more hurry than a ‘I’m better than you’ – retreat should have.

“So... now that they left, what were they going on about?” Scootaloo asked when they were out of earshot.

“Eh, I think I better leave that to miss Cheerilee or your sisters to explain.” Frosty told her.

“Aww, why?” Sweetie asked.

“Because I’m afraid that, if your sisters found out that I told you, they might get the elements and give me a good helping of Friendship-laser-beam. If it comes to the worst, they might even think that I gave you some… practical demonstration, in which case I would likely be in for a lengthy stay on the moon.”

“Ah don’ know what yer talkin’ about an’ ah don’ know if the elements really work that way, but ah think I get what yer tryin’ t’ say…” Applebloom conceded. “Ah mean… sis can be a bit overprotective sometimes…”

“Exactly, so how about we agree that not mentioning this little conversation to your sisters is a good way to help me stay alive?” Frosty offered, earning him a few giggles from the CMC.

Before long, the school bell rang, signalling the end of breaktime and the start of the next lesson.

After School, Frosty was yet again walking through Ponyville, though this time, he wasn’t headed for the library or the Everfree. This time, he had finally brought himself to do something that he wanted to try for a while now. Namely, test out what would happen if he were to touch the soul of a grown pony. He knew that the CMC fell in love with him when he touched them, but would the same thing happen to adults? There was only one way to find out!

Frosty looked left and right as he walked through the marketplace. Sure, saying that he wanted to test that was easy, but actually finding somepony he could test it on was a whole different story.

He didn’t want it to be anypony out in the open, as he was afraid that the effects of his touch might be fatal to the subject and/or its surroundings. Taking somepony in a shop was not really a good solution either, as, if he would be spotted, which was likely the case, he wouldn’t have many options in terms of a retreat. Not only that, but the others inside the shop would likely recognize his face, which would be rather bothersome.

He searched the whole marketplace without much luck. There were just too many ponies outside today! He was already about to give up and head home, when he looked into a side alley and saw his opportunity.

When he looked in there, he spotted the mint-green behind of Lyra Heartstrings, who was apparently currently talking to Bon Bon. The exact contents of their conversations were unknown to him and in all honesty, he cared very little about them. What he did care about was that the alley was completely unobserved and that these two were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t seem to notice him.

Thus, he concentrated on the souls in front of him and when he saw the white-glowing ponies inside of them, he slowly snuck up to Lyra and placed a hoof on her haunch.

The reaction was immediate. Frosty saw Lyra shudder once all over, before shooting around to him.

“Now, what was that meant to be, young colt?” she asked with irritation and annoyance alike.

“I- euh- that… that’s just… a greeting, where I’m from?” Frosty answered, slightly taken aback by the seeming lack of an effect.

“Oh... really?” Lyra asked back with a complete change in her demeanour. “Well, in that case you better not do that again. Other ponies might react a bit more strongly than I do.” She then turned around and looked over her shoulder at him with a coy smile. “Besides, you’ll have to wait a few years until you get to touch this fine booty.” She said, accentuating her words with a slap to her own haunch, causing it to jiggle slightly.

Frosty, however, was too fixated on something else to notice. The soul of Lyra had dimmed slightly. Not in the way that it had grown weaker or something, but that its colour has become a bit darker, from a pure white to a very, very bright gray, almost indistinguishable to the aforementioned white, yet clearly different.

“Lyra!” Bon Bon whined. “Don’t gross him out like that! I thought you were a filly-fooler anyways?” She said, with a bit of pain audible in her voice, when she said that last sentence.

Lyra turned her head back to Bon Bon and looked slightly irritated at her. “Huh… yeah, I am… why did I do that?” She mumbled to herself.

“Euh, yeah… well, I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. I… will take my leave now.” He said, before quickly turning the corner again and walking towards the Everfree.

‘Phew, that was uncomfortable.’ He thought to himself. ‘And my touch didn’t seem to have much of an effect… though something seemed to happen there. Maybe it has something to do with that colour change? That demands further research!’

Another dead Manticore lay before Frosty in his little testing grounds in the Everfree Forest. He had been testing the effects and nature of the previously observed colour change and had actually come up with results.

Firstly: the process burns through a LOT of energy. So much in fact that he had to literally go hunting for souls to absorb in order to perform it, which brought with it the side effect of this overwhelming feeling of power yet again.

Secondly, the colour change was caused by his own necromantic energy infecting and ‘corrupting’ the touched soul, which caused it to grow more attached to Frosty, while simultaneously losing its own free will. The colouration he perceived displayed the level of corruption, ranging from white – none at all – over true grey – 50% free will, 50% corruption – to deep black, which (logically) meant 100% corruption and absolute servitude to Frosty.

His touch was barely enough to cause any corruption at all, which meant that their free will was still almost completely intact. This apparently caused the victim’s mind to try and find a logical reason for the strange affection they were feeling towards him. With the Crusaders it was love, Lyra was apparently just finding him childishly adorable or something and the Manticore… suddenly had even more of an appetite than before.

And that’s where we are now. The Manticore tried to nom Frosty, of course, which gave him no other choice but to break his test subject prematurely. Truly a shame, given that he still didn’t know the actual extent of servitude he could demand from them, but he could always just find another one for his tests, couldn’t he?

He was suddenly taken out of his thoughts, when he heard the bush behind him rustle slightly. He let out a sigh and smiled slightly. After all, it wasn’t the first time that they snuck up on and watched him. He turned around and slowly made his way to the offending bush.

“Oh gee, I think this bush here might be possessed. I better exorcize it before—“ He stopped when he pulled the bush aside and looked, not into the eyes of his three fillies, but into the eyes of Diamond Tiara.

In a moment, his playful demeanor changed to shock and to fear over being found out and what might happen if she actually told somepony what she saw. This fear quickly turned into anger. Anger at the pony who had found him and who would definitely become a threat if he didn’t do something about it.

“What are you doing here?!” Frosty hissed, his fury clearly audible and sending a cold shiver down Tiara’s back.

“P-Please, don’t hurt me! I-I won’t tell anypony, I swear!” She pleaded, falling to her rump. However, her pleading did not hold the desired effect.

The urge in the back of his head had returned and this time, it merged with the underlying feeling of power, resulting in a cacophony of malicious thoughts. In the face of this onslaught of sin, Tiara’s pleading was only throwing more fuel into the fire, bringing forth primal notions normally subdued by our consciousness. Frosty felt needs, the need to dominate, the need to conquer… he felt lust.

A sadistical grin split his face as he started to advance on the helpless filly. She in turn tried to scoot away, but quickly realized that she was not nearly fast enough to get away from him, so she got to her hooves and tried to run away, never taking her eyes off of her pursuer… and that was her mistake.

Her forelegs struck a root, causing her to slam into the ground with her back legs still rigid and her rump raised. Her tail was flung away by its own inertia, holding her most precious gem directly into Frosty’s face.

This was the last straw that caused Frosty’s conscience to be finally overpowered by the dark forces within and in her daze, Tiara could only whimper, as she saw the weapon of his masculinity slip free from its sheath and present itself to her.

She tried to get a hold of herself and to continue to flee, but it was no use. Frosty was already on top of her and pressed her head back down… and his tip against her entrance.

“You know what’s about to happen, don’t you?” Frosty asked her with malicious glee, emphasizing his implications with just barely enough pressure to not slip in just yet.

Tiara only whimpered in response, as she knew that any answer she would give would only make her fate more inevitable and as the hopelessness of her situation finally set in, she started to cry.

WARNING: Porn section!
The following segment holds no importance towards the rest of the story, other than that it happened. If you’re uncomfortable with the setting or otherwise don’t want to read this, feel free to skip to the next sign.

Frosty slowly increased the pressure, slowly sinking into Tiara’s folds. Her cries intensified when pain added to her despair, as her virgin pussy got penetrated for the first time.

“Heh, I guess you really were a virgin!” Frosty remarked, slightly increasing his speed.

“Y-Yeah.” Tiara pressed out between her crying. “I wanted to save myself for my c-coltfriend!”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll pull out again.” Frosty said, doing just that.

“R-Really?” Tiara asked hopefully.

“SIKE!”

Frosty suddenly hilted himself in one forceful thrust, making Tiara cry out loud underneath him. Without waiting for her to recover, he then started thrusting in and out of her in a steady and forceful rhythm which made her rock back and forth, sliding across the dirt floor. Her crying took on the rhythm of his pumping, making it almost sound like she was moaning in pleasure instead of crying in despair.

Every time his hips met hers, a loud *plap* echoed across the small clearing, drowning it in a cacophony of cries from Tiara, feral grunts from Frosty and the naughty sounds that were produced between them.

*plap plap plap*

He slammed into her with reckless abandon, caring little about what she was thinking at that moment. To him, she had become little more than a toy, only still alive to quench the urges that had gone unfulfilled for far too long now.

“P-please – Ah! – please stop!” Tiara desperately pleaded, however she quickly realized that she was only achieving the opposite as the intruder suddenly grew more rigid and the tip flared. With horror, she felt how the shaft inside her started to pulse.

“You can feel that, huh?” Frosty asked directly into her ear. “And I guess you also know what that means…”

“N-No! Please! Pull out, please!!” She begged, trying to get away from him again, but all she managed was falling to the side, which Frosty quickly used to fully turn her to her back.

“What, are you afraid of getting pregnant?” Frosty asked, sadistically grinning down to her.

“N-No! I- Ah! I’m not—“ She was interrupted when Frosty’s thrusts suddenly became frantic and even more forceful.

“Good! That means I don’t have to hold back!”

“No! Please don’t! Please pull out! NOOOO!” She pleaded, but it was too late. She already felt the first hot spurts coat her insides, just before Frosty hilted one last time and filled her underage womb with his seed.

Frosty felt like he was in heaven. All that pressure that had built up, all the frustration he had harboured since he came here, all suddenly released in a single moment. In that moment, he could think of nothing, but to fill her with everything that he had. To pump everything he could directly into her and make sure that she would never forget this day.

Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed into her womb. The first few shots caused her to cry every time she felt their heat splosh inside her, however by the time the fifth shot reached her, her cries had died down to sniffles.

The tenth shot came… and the fifteenth… and the twentieth. She felt the pressure inside her rise and the sperm inside pushing past the intruder and trickling down her inner thighs. By now, she had stopped making any noises whatsoever, merely waiting for Frosty to fire his final few shots.

Finally, after an impossible amount of time and shots, his dick finally became flaccid again and he pulled out. As soon as he did, a torrent of white goo followed him, forming a white puddle underneath him.

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Frosty, now free from the effects of his own powers, looked over the abused form of Tiara in horror. Sure, she was annoying as all hell and definitely deserved something to happen to her… but never would he have even imagined something like this, far less done it himself!

His mind was in a frenzy, still too dazed from the act to form an actual, rational thought. So, instead of trying to solve the problem he found himself in, his mind turned to the most primitive notions of all: flight. If he escaped the scene before Tiara could recover, maybe she would forget who did this and he might get away unscathed… at least those were his thoughts.

Thus, he snuck past the semi-conscious form of Tiara as fast as he could, however he found that his plan had failed, when he felt a hoof against his hind leg.

“N-No, please… don’t l-leave me… m-master.”

Frosty immediately shot around to Diamond, when she said that last word. He looked into her half-lidded eyes and saw that her pupils were both glowing purple – the same colour as his magic and the pupils of his undead.

How could that be? Did his sperm have some weird effect that he didn’t know about? Was the simple act of sex enough to make a pony his slave? All those questions assaulted his mind while, unbeknownst to him, Diamond Tiara scooted closer.

‘Could it be some kind of bleed-over that caused this?’ Frosty pondered. ‘Maybe I subconsciously wanted her to be my slave or something? Oh god, maybe I subconsciously killed and resurrected her as a zombie?! Wait, no, she wouldn’t be able to speeEEEEEAAAK!” Frosty squealed in surprise, as he suddenly felt something or somepony plant wet licks across his retreating member. He looked down and found that Diamond Tiara was currently licking up the leftovers and he barely managed to stop her before she would’ve gone for a full-on fellatio.

“No. Stop.” He said and Diamond obeyed.

“Yes, my master.” She said, scooting backwards and away from Frosty and staring at him with her purple-glowing eyes.

Frosty took the chance and checked her soul. Sure enough, it was still there, meaning that he had not turned her undead. However, it also showed what had actually happened: Her soul was almost 100% corrupted.

“Soo… you’re my servant now, huh?” Frosty more stated than asked.

“Yes, master. I am your loyal servant from now on.” Tiara confirmed.

“Phew, I take it I don’t have to worry about becoming a father from this?”

Diamond leaned back onto her haunches and stroked her belly softly. “Sadly, I have to confirm that this body is still too under-developed to conceive…”

“I see… but how did this happen anyways? The servant-thing, I mean.” Frosty asked.

“During master’s climax, it seems that, putting it in the terms this filly would have used, you were so focused on filling me up that you accidentally also pumped something else into me.” The servant said, blushing slightly.

“Wait wait wait, the terms this filly would have used? Are you implying that Tiara is still in there somewhere?”

“Indeed, my master. Destroying a natural soul is near-impossible. Instead, when you ‘corrupt’ a pony, you put a stronger, synthetic soul over its original one, like a blanket. This synthetic soul then assumes control over the body it was placed in instead of the original one, provided that it has reached at least 51% of its strength.” The servant explained.

“So that means you have no access to her personality whatsoever? Like memories, her kinks and quirks, friendships, all that stuff?”

“I’m sorry, my master, but no. The two souls only interact very minimally with one another, merely placing thoughts into the one that is currently in control, the strength of which again depending on the level of corruption.”

“I see…” Frosty acknowledged. “But since you seem to know so much about yourself, tell me: what is the difference between you and a normal zombie, besides the obvious?”

“If master allows me to assume that ‘the obvious’ pertains to the way we are created, then I suppose it would mainly be that I am still bound to the limits of mortality. Eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing, as well as… other urges still limit my effectiveness as a servant.” She said, shooting a hungry look towards Frosty’s crotch. “However, we servants, in turn, are also not just limited to regular physical and necromantic abilities, but can utilize everything our body has to offer. Also, the undead require additional energy in order to restore themselves, as master has already experienced himself, I believe. This may make them immortal and invincible, in a way, but ultimately might cost you more than it would gain you. Us servants, meanwhile, do not need additional sustenance, as our bodies are still alive.”

“Interesting, but… is there also a way to revert this? Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for the advice but I can’t risk somepony to find out what I am. I would rather get an estranged version of ‘the talk’ for what I did here than be exorcised for being a necromancer.”

“As is only understandable, my master and yes, it actually is revertible. Another advantage towards my undead counterparts.” The servant confirmed.

“Which you failed to mention because?” Frosty asked, suspicious.

The servant, in turn, looked away and stroked her foreleg with a hoof. “Because… even for a servant, ‘dying’ is not a very comfortable experience.”

“I see…”

“But…” The servant interjected quickly, bowing before Frosty. “if this form is no longer of use to you, my master, I would of course feel honoured to return the energy used in my creation and be of further use to you!”

“Then, I am very sorry, but I will have to revert this.” Frosty stated solemnly.

“I understand, my master, but before you do that, if you would allow me to give you some advice?”

“Sure, go on.”

“I would advise you to wash off the pheromones that still linger on you, if you want to go undetected.” The servant advised him.

“Oh… In that case, I should probably go for a swim in that pond then…” Frosty said, going past the servant towards the small pond in the clearing, but stopped when he noticed the servant wasn’t following.

“Come on, you too!” He commanded.

“R-Really?” The servant asked with anticipation and bowed low, when Frosty nodded. “I feel honoured, my master.”

They washed each other off properly, making sure that nothing may immediately give away what happened in the clearing and when they were done, Frosty made ready to pull the servant back, however stopped, when an idea sprang to mind.

“Say, when I just lower the corruption so that Tiara takes over again, do you ’die’ in that case?”

“Euh, no, it would just be like a lucid dream of sorts…” The servant answered.

“And if I lowered the corruption only barely enough for her to regain control, say to 45% or so, could you make it so that she never mentions what happened here to anypony, maybe make her feel like she secretly enjoyed what I did to her and be embarrassed about it or something like that?”

“I… I could certainly do that!” The servant answered enthusiastically.

“Splendid. In that case, this seems to be the more efficient option.” Frosty stated.

“I… I feel honoured that you allow my continued existence, my master!” The servant said, bowing low before Frosty.

Frosty began the procedure, pulling the necromantic energy out of Tiara’s body, so that the corruption went down to somewhere around 45%. The moment he stopped doing so, Tiara fell to the side, unconscious. This actually played right into his hooves, as that way, he could cover this whole incident up as having found her in the Everfree and bringing her back home and if the servant did his part right, nopony would ever learn the truth.

Frosty did just that, dropping the still-unconscious Diamond Tiara off at her home and receiving many thanks from her parents. A whole bit bag full, to be exact.

Thus, with his newfound wealth, he made for the crusader’s clubhouse, where the fillies were already waiting for him.

“Finally, Frosty! Where have you been?” Scotaloo asked him as soon as he entered.

“Oh, nowhere in particular, really. I’ve just resolved a little problem with Diamond Tiara.” He stated, which wasn’t actually a lie…

Author's Note

Yep, that just happened.

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